With thee goes Thy husband, him to follow thou art bound; Where he abides, think there thy native soil. — John Milton Copy Share Image
I see thou art implacable, more deaf To pray'rs than winds and seas. Yet winds to seas Are reconcil'd at length, and… — John Milton Copy Share Image
“Listen where thou art sitting Under the glassie, cool, translucent wave, In twisted braids of Lillies knitting The loose train of thy… — John Milton Copy Share Image
“Shalt thou give law to God, shalt thou dispute With Him the points of liberty who made Thee what thou art and… — John Milton Copy Share Image
Should God create another Eve, and I Another Rib afford, yet loss of thee Would never from my heart; no no, I… — John Milton Copy Share Image
“How can I live without thee, how forego Thy sweet converse, and love so dearly joined, To live again in these wild… — John Milton Copy Share Image
“Sabrina fair Listen where thou art sitting Under the glassie, cool, translucent wave, In twisted braids of Lillies knitting The loose train… — John Milton Copy Share Image
“How can I live without thee, how forgoe Thy sweet Converse and Love so dearly joyn'd, To live again in these wilde… — John Milton Copy Share Image
“How can I live without thee, how forego Thy sweet converse, and love so dearly joined, To live again in these wild… — John Milton Copy Share Image
But oh the heavy change, now thou art gone, Now thou art gone and never must return! — John Milton Copy Share Image
Sabrina fair, Listen where thou art sitting Under the glassy, cool, translucent wave, In twisted braids of lilies knitting The loose train… — John Milton Copy Share Image
Thou art my father, thou my author, thou my being gav'st me; whom should I obey but thee, whom follow? — John Milton Copy Share Image
Son of Heav'n and Earth, Attend: that thou art happy, owe to God; That thou continuest such, owe to thyself, That is,… — John Milton Copy Share Image
In the sweat of thy face thou shalt eat bread, Till thou return unto the ground; for thou Out of the ground… — John Milton Copy Share Image
What better can we do than prostrate fall before Him reverent, and there confess humbly our faults, and pardon beg with tears watering the… — John Milton Copy Share Image
And, when night Darkens the streets, then wander forth the sons Of Belial, flown with insolence and wine. — John Milton Copy Share Image
And, re-assembling our afflicted powers, consult how we may henceforth most offend. — John Milton Copy Share Image
Yet hold it more humane, more heav'nly, first, By winning words to conquer willing hearts, And make persuasion do the work of fear. — John Milton Copy Share Image
O nightingale, that on yon bloomy spray Warblest at eve, when all the woods are still; Thou with fresh hope the lover's heart dost… — John Milton Copy Share Image
The debt immense of endless gratitude, So burthensome, still paying, still to owe; Forgetful what from him I still receivd, And understood not that… — John Milton Copy Share Image
Knowledge forbidden? Suspicious, reasonless. Why should their Lord Envy them that? Can it be sin to know, Can it be death? And do they… — John Milton Copy Share Image
These eyes, tho' clear To outward view of blemish or of spot, Bereft of light, their seeing have forgot, Nor to their idle orbs… — John Milton Copy Share Image
And what is faith, love, virtue unassayed Alone, without exterior help sustained? — John Milton Copy Share Image
